A Tent Scene

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Pairing: Eowyn/Legolas
Ar Nor Notes: This story takes place during during the night Aragorn and his grey company spend in Dunharrow before they take the paths of the dead. That sequence probably won’t be in the movie in its original form since Eowyn and the people of Edoras went to Helms Deep. Anyway, I like adding stuff to scenes that could have happened but just wasn’t shown. Let it also be known that I am completely frustrated at having to search through pilf m/f m/m junk before I find a decent m/f or f/f story. Its not just this fandom either, come on heterosexuals, where are our stories?
Disclaimers: The Lord of the Rings and its characters belong to JRR Tolkien and his estate. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but It does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal.
Warnings: Male/Female sex


The darkness wrapped around her like a cloak, Eowyn stole from her tent in haven of Dunharrow. In the hours since Aragorn had returned from the battle in the west, insomnia had gripped her. She decided then and there to resolve the situation, one way or the other.
As she drew near to Aragorn’s tent, she ducked into the shadows to avoid a Rohirrim sentry. It would not do to be seen by anyone, she did not need more rumors among the displaced population of Edoras.
Hesitating slightly at the entrance to his tent, Eowyn took a deep breath and ducked inside. She found a candle burning slowly in the small space, and the lord Aragorn sitting on his knees, his feet drawn under him, preparing for sleep. He looked up at her sudden appearance, not surprised at all.
“This is not the time,” he said simply.
“I mean to make you a final offer,” She replied, “I wish you to take me with you on the Paths of the Dead.”
“I have made my decision; you are needed here with your people.”
“Perhaps you need further persuasion.”
Undoing the horse shaped clasp at her throat Eowyn bared her magnificent creamy white breasts to him. For the barest of moments, she caught the inescapable male reaction, but he closed up quickly and she could read no more signs.
Her rose and covered her, then retreated.
“I cannot, and I am sorry. I cannot take you with me, nor can I be with you tonight. I am greatly in need of rest for I am weary with battle and much hard riding. There are many difficult days ahead of us. Do not waste them on me lady, for my heart does not dwell in these lands, but those far away.”
“Very well,” her eyes blazed with defiance, “I shall be open to thee no more, but know this, we may yet meet again before these difficult days are over.”
She fled from his tent in anger and tears. She caught her ankle on the thick rope of another tent, falling to the ground in the darkness. But she never hit, for a strong hand had saved her from a few nasty bruises with impossible speed, the speed only an elf could manage. She was helped back to her feet by a concerned Legolas, who led her into his tent, the one she had tripped over, to see to her ankle.
As he bound her injured ankle, she marveled at the smoothness of his Elven chest, and before she could stop herself, she reached out a hand to caress it. She realized sheepishly what she was doing, and withdrew her hand quickly. Legolas seemed to take no notice. She realized where his gaze was drawn, in the confusion her cloak, which had not been re-fastened, had come slightly undone, revealing one smooth globe to his eyes.
Still flustered from her rejection by Aragorn, she spoke to Legolas.
“I need your help Legolas,” she said, “I had expected the fire within me to be quenched by the lord Aragorn tonight, but he has declined.”
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“What of your bonds and promises?” she asked.
“I have none as of yet, my life thus far has been given to the eternal vigilance of my father’s realm.” He answered.
“Theneg yeg you to take me tonight, for who knows what tomorrow may bring and there are needs that must always be quenched before such deeds.”
“Eowyn…” She cut him off by kissing him fiercely on the lips.
Legolas responded wthe the same intensity, burrowing into her mouth with his tongue. He reached out with his hands and caressed her soft breasts inside her robe, casting it aside in the same motion. She gasped into his mouth at the fire that his touch set alight on her skin. Whether it was the nature of the elves or just the intensity of the moment she cared not. She reached her own hands to the waist of his pants, his only garment, and pulled them down as far as she could.
Breaking contact, he stood and slid his pants down, and he sprang free in front of her. Surprised at his length, she began to smile and reached out to grasp his manhood in her hands. She brought him to her head and closed her lips around the head, and began to run her tongue in a swirl around its tip. He moaned, which encouraged her to take more of him in, bobbing her head up and down on his long shaft. He groaned and shot his Elven seed down her throat, and she did not miss a drop.
Much to her surprise, he remained hard and as she released him he beckoned her to stand. Eowyn did so and he sank to his knees before her, running his mouth down her naval to her simple skirt. He slid it down and let it fall to the floor after it passed her hips. He gently began to run his own tongue along the inside of her thighs. She moaned in sheer pleasure, and almost lost her balance as he brushed her clit with his tongue. He dove into her with his tongue and reached around to caress her buttocks with his hands. She grasped his magnificent hair and thrust her hips foreword into his tongue. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm hit her hard.
Hungering for more, she told Legolas to lie back and she crawled on top of him. Positioning herself over him vertically, Eowyn slowly sank down onto him until he was buried inside her to his hilt. The fire that his touch had created was nothing compare to the sensations his manhood induced inside her. She felt more pleasure than she ever knew existed. She began to move up and down atop him, and he responded by rhythmically bucking his hips with hers. Her rhythm and her moans increased to a crescendo, and she finally cried out in ecstasy. Her walls convulsed sending him into his own orgasm, which shot deep inside of her.
Eowyn collapsed atop him and, still inside of her, he finally grew flaccid.
“No one must know of this,” she said adamantly, although trying to regain her breath.
“I am sure many in the camp heard us.” He said, running a hand down her back.
“You must mislead them as to my identity, and I must be going back to my own tent.”
“Of course my lady.” The young elf harbored no illusions of anything deeper in their encounter.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Legolas lay back as she dressed and departed, at once more glad he had joined the Fellowship than at any point on their quest thus far.